Jasonb_16
08-23-2007, 11:13 PM
Hey guys, I'm new to this site, but plan on posting a lot in the future. My name's Jason, and I recently discovered my love for writing BB stories. This right here is something I posted on Kramtoad's site, and it got a lot of praise. Hopefully you guys like it too.
I made a blog (http://jason-bbstories.blogspot.com/) (http://jason-bbstories.blogspot.com/) to keep my story collection, and also share some of my favorite clips, or maybe random comments. Let me know what you think, and feel free to bookmark the blog, or let me know what you'd like me to write about.
Part 1:
Tammy is a hot 17 year old cheerleader who has a reputation around school for being a bit promiscuous, which you'd expect of an attractive teenager like her. She has blondish, short curly hair, and a face to die for. All the guys at school want her. She also has a reputation for being a little rough in bed. What exactly that meant was never clear to me.
But when she started acting flirtatious around me, I was surprised and eventually intrigued. It's a girl like her that makes you damn sure you're heterosexual. I was 16 at the time, a sophomore in high school (a year behind Tammy, who was a junior). I was by no means one of the "popular" kids in school, but I had my share of friends and enough girls seemed to think I was cute or express interest in me. But still, she was way out of my league. After all, I was sort of shy and on the skinny side. I was a tennis player for the school, so I was relatively fit, but not the football or basketball type jock that Tammy usually had her hands on. So in other words, I didn't think I had a shot.
She was in my English class, and apparently not very good at grammar. I was a year ahead, getting AP credit for testing out of sophomore English. She sat next to me, in the back of the room, and would occasionally ask me for help when we were doing exercises. A couple times I even saw her peaking at my answers during quizzes, but I didn't say anything.
I always enjoyed making small talk with her, but I was always afraid too. I didn't talk to many girls in general, certainly not ones like her, and I was always afraid I'd say something dumb. As the year went on though, I began to feel more comfortable chatting with her occasionally. Her sexual reputation always intrigued me, and I wondered how I might be able to slip it into the conversation and see if I can get her to talk about it.
The truth is I probably shouldn't have considered making such a bold move. After all, there might be a small chance I could get her to hangout with me sometime if I kept her interest. I could even use the old trick and just invite her over to do homework together. So it shouldn't have made much sense that I say something that could potentially really bother her. I still didn't really suspect there was any way she was into me, but as the days went by and she continued to be more and more flirty with me, I started to think there might be a reasonable chance.
Eventually when she started talking to me about her ex, and getting somewhat personal about some details, I worked up the nerve to ask her about my curiosities.
"So... sorry if it's a touchy subject," I said with my eyes staying as far from hers as possible. "But do you mind that people spread rumors about you sometimes?"
"Oh who gives a fuck," she said and laughed.
"Haha ya," I replied.
"They're probably mostly true anyways," she said while giving me a shy and evil grin.
"Haha really?" I asked. "You mean about being rough with guys and stuff?"
"Ya, basically," she replied.
"Like, what exactly do you do?" I asked with obvious curiosity.
And then I'll never forget the shocking sensation of pain rushing to my midsection that I felt when she reached over and quickly grabbed on to my balls with what seemed like every ounce of might she had, clenched a stern fist and squeezed for about 3-4 of the longest seconds of my life, and then finally let go.
My mouth dropped and I made a faint grunt, although being in class I knew I had to do my best to be quiet. I leaned forward and squirmed slightly, but again did the best I could not to make an obvious scene. I wasn't the one causing trouble, as far as I'm concerned, but I figured it would seem un-cool to her if I couldn't keep my mouth shut and got her in trouble. Plus, I was just plain shocked more than anything and didn't want to scream with class going on.
She let go when the teacher turned around and was facing us again. I slouched in my chair, trying my best to hide what was probably fairly obvious pain. The girl in front of Tammy sort of turned around and may have seen something out of the corner of her eye. She asked me if I was OK, not sure why exactly I was in pain right in the middle of English class, and I nodded that I was.
Tammy leaned over and whispered to me "You want details, fine, I'll give you details. But the rule is, you say a word of it to anyone, and I put you in a grip even worse than what you just felt."
I was half petrified of what I'd gotten into, and half thrilled that one of the hottest girls in school just grabbed my nuts and promised to tell me stories about her sexual experiences.
"OK.. sure.. deal," I promised, and smiled slightly.
Mr. Ramirez finally had enough of our chit chat, and told us to quiet down. Tammy looked over to me, put her finger on her mouth for the "shhh" sign, and gave me a mischievous smile.
The period was almost over, and I was sort of stunned what to say next anyways, so it was just as well that Mr. Ramirez cut us off. Although as a result, I went home with a ton of unanswered questions to go with my aching sack. You naturally learn that your nuts are your weak spot growing up, but the first time you're sent home in agony from the hand or foot of a horny girl will always stick with you.
After that I was a little afraid to engage in much chit chat with her, because I didn't want to get in trouble myself in the first place, and I certainly didn't want to get Tammy in trouble and piss her off. But after a few days I worked up the nerve to talk to her after class.
"So remember that stuff you said you might wanna talk about sometime?" I asked.
"Ya, of course," she said without much expression in any direction, presumably waiting for me to go further.
"Well, if you want, you can come over to my house sometime and we can talk and do our English work," I suggested.
"Hmm," she thought, in an optimistic tone.
"I mean, my parents don't get home until like 6:30 anyways," I told her, and immediately worried that I made it way too obvious that I was hoping for more than just doing homework. But hey, I hadn't had much play at this point in my life, and it's hard not to make it obvious.
She didn't seem to care though. "Oh, cool. Ya let's do that sometime soon before our practices start," she said.
My body was rushing. It seemed entirely clear that she was interested, and she didn't even seem to be hiding it. It was a good point that we should get together soon. In a few days my tennis practices, and her softball practices would start. Tammy is a cheerleader in the fall, and plays softball in the spring. People think of her as a cheerleader first though, for obvious reasons, as well as the fact that she is a very talented cheerleader, and even as a junior was already getting attention from college programs.
"Ya, good point," I said. Too timid to offer an actual date.
"Today work?" she asked.
Wow. She wants to hangout today. My emotions were not ready for this. "Sure."
So that was that. I had one more period of school (Algebra!) before what promised to be maybe the most exciting afternoon of my young life. The minutes ticked by horribly slowly. I don't know if we were taught anything important that day, but whatever it was, I didn't learn it. My mind was on one thing and one thing only. I remember being both extremely excited and extremely nervous. After all, I don't have much experience with girls, and if Tammy did make a move I had to do my best not to screw it up.
Tammy drove us both to my house. I usually take the bus, but she drives, so I got a lift with her. I met her at her locker, and then we left school pretty abruptly. I guess she didn't want a lot of people to see her hanging out with me, since she usually just sticks with the jock crowd. When we got to my house, she left her schoolbag in the car, convincing me that I might get some play from her.
We went inside, and I got us some iced tea from the fridge, then joined her on the couch.
"So," she said, "I guess I promised you I'd tell you some stuff."
"Haha ya, if you still want to. If not we can just talk," I assured her.
"Haha no, it's OK. I like telling innocent boys about this stuff. Makes me happy," she said with her signature grin.
"Oh.. OK," I said, intrigued and a bit confused.
"Well, when I was 14 I was raped. I had sex with this older guy, he was 17 at the time, almost 18. He took my virginity and basically used me for sex. It wasn't ****** ****, but still. I tried to press charges, but since he was 17 at the time, nothing was illegal," she explained.
"Oh...," I said. "I'm really sorry," confused as to what the big deal is about a 14-year-old having voluntary sex with another minor. But she had a pretty serious tone, and it didn't seem like something I should take lightly.
"Don't be sorry. But ever since then, well, I've been pretty determined not to let any male get the better of me," she explained.
"Oh OK.. hmm," I thought out loud. "What exactly do you mean?"
"Well, one day I was walking down the hall, and I saw this guy who reminded me so much of Paul," she continued.
"Paul's the guy you had sex with?" I asked.
"Ya," she said. "So I walked by him while he was at his locker, didn't say a word, and just landed a hard first to his junk, and then continued walking."
"Wow, what'd he do?" I asked.
"Grunted, put his hands on his groin, and fell to his knees," she said with a hint of pride. "I'll always vividly remember the first boy I ever saw in sheer pain."
"You never saw a boy in pain before that?" I asked, confused what else to say.
"Well, not pain that I caused. The poor kid, just standing there minding his own business one minute, then on the floor holding his aching boy parts the next. I almost felt bad for him. Haha."
"Well what'd he do... like did he come after you, or did other people see... what happened??" I asked, amazed by what she was telling me.
"I made sure no one else was in the hallway before I decided to do it, so that wasn't a problem," she explained. "But he did look at me afterwards and say 'What the fuck? Why the hell did you do that?' and he began to get up. I told him I was sorry and that I thought he was someone else. I've never lied well though and didn't try particularly hard to then. I think I probably even had a hint of a smile, so I'm not sure if he believed me. He just put his head against the lockers, standing now, and continued to hold his sack with an agonized, defeated look on his face and a grunt here or there."
"Wow," I replied.
"Ya, it was pretty intense. He didn't say anything else, so I walked away after that. I think I even said bye to him," she continued, laughing a little now. "Even now I still see him every once in a while around school. He's a senior now."
"Oh wow, that must be weird," I said.
"Eh, not really," Tammy told me. "Weird for him maybe but not for me."
We both laughed.
"He just tries to ignore me," she went on. "But every once in a while we make awkward eye contact. And he always looks so embarrassed. I decided I'd love to bust him once more before he graduates. If I ever catch him alone again, I plan to do it for old time's sake. Then maybe I'll makeout with him after... he's pretty cute."
"Hahaha that's so cruel," I said, but with a smile to re-assure her.
"Ya, I thought you'd think it was cool. That's why I felt comfortable telling you about this stuff."
My dick was throbbing. Here she is, Tammy, this amazing girl, a year older than me, hotter than hot, sitting in my living room, about 3 or 4 inches away from me on the couch, telling me about sexual experiences. And not just any experiences. Ridiculously, sensationally hot experiences.
"Ya, I mean, I'm pretty comfortable with whatever," I choked out, trying to think of a polite way to tell her that I'm extremely horny and would love a little contact. I'd prefer not to get my nuts smashed again, so hopefully that's not what she had in mind today. But either way, I was desperate, and would happily take a pounding if it maybe led "elsewhere." It was starting to dawn on me that she probably saw me as someone she could have her way with, but was still attracted to. I was perfectly OK with that role. Because hey, no amount of pain is too great when Tammy is the reward.
The conversation eventually shifted to more usual topics, while we flipped threw the channels looking for something to watch. I told her I was uncomfortable and needed to change clothes. "You can find something on TV, I'll be right back."
I changed into blue athletic shorts and a white undershirt, to try to send her the message that maybe I was up for a little something, which I guess with Tammy could mean anything from cuddling to a vicious slap in the nuts. Whatever she had in mind, or whatever her motivation for coming over here, I was ready, and I wanted her to know that.
Oddly enough, she didn't make her move. I sat there anxiously for 20 minutes while she talked to me about sports and some mostly non-sexual stories about her past relationships. My dick was up and down the whole time, rushing with excitement whenever she mentioned something something quasi sexual, or whenever I let my mind wander and think about her touching me.
I'm pretty sure she noticed a boner too. It would have been hard not to, and plus, I caught her starring in that direction for a couple seconds when I had it. She smiled a little and shook her head in disgust at me.
"What's wrong?" I asked, extremely embarrassed, and hoping she would tell me that she was referring to something else, while I tried to cover it up.
"Ha... nevermind," she said. My boner quickly faded thanks to the embarrassment. "I think I have to get going anyways."
Ugh, I thought to myself. Blue balled could only begin to describe it. But it was still fun to hang out with her for an hour or so. I got up to let her out, entirely let down that nothing happened, but anxious for her to leave so I could jerk off, thinking about her and what she told me.
"That's pretty trusting of you anyways," she said as I opened the door for her.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Wearing those shorts," she answered. "Just a thin layer of fabric protecting you from my grip."
I gave her a nervous smile, and she put her left arm around me to draw me closer towards her, and sent her open right fist rushing towards my exposed package. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, and I braced myself for the hit.
"Just kidding. See you tomorrow, buddy."
I let out a gasp of relief and then said goodbye. I'm not sure if I wanted her to rack me or not. On one hand, it probably would have floored me and left me in pain for the rest of the day. On the other hand, I was really turned on, and wanted some sort of play. I was optimistic that it still might be bound to happen, but this apparently was not the day.
I jerked off three times that night though. Twice right in a row about 20 minutes after she left, and then a 3rd time about a half hour later. Needless to say, I was turned on.
(To be continued...)
Part 2:
So the days went by, spring sports began, and Tammy and I remained on what seemed like good terms. We would still chat during class occasionally, but I never worked up the courage to ask her to hangout again. With practice after school, it would be a little harder anyways.
One day though, Mr. Ramirez finally had enough of our chatter in the back of the room, and gave us both a detention.
"Mr. Ramirez, that isn't fair," Tammy pleaded.
"Listen, I've been putting up with you two all year, and I'm sick of it," he answered.
I didn't get in trouble much, and this was my first detention I'd ever received. I wasn't too thrilled about it, especially since I have tennis practice after school, and didn't want to be late.
"But I have softball practice. And Jason has tennis practice, right?" as she looked at me. I nodded yes. "Can we just consider this our last warning?" Tammy continued. Being the hot, athletic girl that she is, she's probably used to being able to get out of things.
"No. You can be late. End of discussion. I'll see you both this afternoon."
Practice started at 3, right when detention ends. So my plan was to rush down to the locker room, get changed quickly, then jog to the tennis courts, which weren't located on school grounds but certainly within walking distance. Tammy, I guess feeling bad, offered to give me a lift since she didn't mind being late. "Sure, thanks," I said. And we agreed to meet outside the locker room sometime after 3.
Detention was boring, but I was able to get a lot of homework done. Once 3 rolled around, I made my way downstairs to the locker room. I was semi-rushing, but also accepting the fact that I was gonna be late and have to tell my coach what happened anyways. It was strange being in the locker room with no one else in it. No one else to look at, first of all. I'm straight, but I can't help but be curious what some of the hot guys look like with their clothes off.
Usually I change quickly because I don't feel comfortable doing it in front of a lot of people. But this time I relaxed and took my time. I had just finished putting my red athletic shorts on while I was facing the lockers. And then, out of no where, I felt something.
"Ugghhhhh," I screamed. Waves of pain rushed to my balls. My body went limp, my heart pounded. Tammy had snuck up on me and had my privates in a firm grip. She used her leverage to push my lean body up against the lockers kind of hard. Still squeezing me, she began to chuckle a little.
"Gotcha," she said. And then finally let go.
"What'd you do that for?" I asked exhaustingly, after collapsing to my knees.
"Aww poor baby, clutching his nuts," she taunted me. "Haha no real reason. One because you're late and I wanted to make sure you were in here. Two because you've been really cute lately, and you had your back to me. So I couldn't resist."
I just shook my head, still showing obvious pain, and didn't say much. "Not so funny when it happens to you, huh?" she asked.
I was back on my feet now, and before I could even offer an answer, she gave me a half-playful backhand slap to the nuts, and then smiled.
"Ugghh," I grunted, and held my nuts pretty hard, for both comfort and protection. I started to feel very helpless, like she was able and willing to put me in as much pain as she wanted to. It was sort of thrilling to be at her mercy like that, but this was enough pain for one day, and I hoped it would stop.
"You ready to go to practice?" she asked.
"Sure," I said, even though I was in too much pain to have a strong opinion about anything.
"Cool... oh wait," Tammy replied. "One thing first." And then, to my delightful astonishment, she leaned in to kiss me.
My heart rushed, my dick swelled, and for a moment my balls forgot about the horrible pain Tammy had them in. I leaned in to kiss her back, elated to finally do it.
"Oooowwwwwww," I cried next. She tricked me. She had no intentions of kissing me, and landed a knee to my crotch instead. From the emotional high of kissing the hottest girl in school to the low of getting a knee to the groin, and rolling around the locker room floor in pain, all in the blink of an eye.
I eventually settled on my stomach, holding my nuts, and trying to hide my watery eyes. One or two full tears managed to make their way down my face. Tammy taunted me while I was lying there, telling me I was weak and afraid to fight her. She even called me pathetic, and said I was a wuss with weak nuts. I told her she caught me off guard and that it isn't fair to attack my nuts.
"Why?" she asked. "You can go after my tits or pussy, I don't care."
I really had no intention of doing that, both because it seemed so contradictory to every norm I was ever taught about respecting girls, and because I thought it'd just make her angrier and make her want to hurt me more. But in a last resort, I'd keep that in mind.
"You give up, Jason?" Tammy asked, while she poked her foot against my nuts from behind, while I still lay limp on my stomach.
"Give up? I didn't know this was a contest," I answered.
"Oh? Sarcastic are we?" she replied. And wound up to land the most painful blow yet. I guess I let my legs open up, and she had an opening to land a kick from behind me, while I lay there on my stomach. And it wasn't just any kick. She must have used every bit of her gorgeous leg muscles to drive home as much pain as possible.
"Oooofff, FUCK, ahh-owwww," I exclaimed while I rolled around on the ground, moaning. I quickly bolted to my feet, and tried to move away from her before she kicked me again. She was too quick though, and caught me, grabbing my upper body with her arms.
"Where you going, Jason?" she asked.
"Away from you," I replied, in a humble, defeated tone. It did not feel good to be abused from an older girl.
"Why?" she said, while she quickly put her hands inside my shorts, feeling my package through my white boxer briefs. "They hurt?"
"YES," I replied, mostly moaning through the pain, but also offering a hint of laughter at the situation.
"Aww, it's ok," she said, while she lowered my shorts, exposing me in my underwear. "I don't want you to hate me now," she said while rubbing my package and ass in a gentle way. My dick began throbbing and I couldn't help but let her see it. She didn't seem to mind though, because before I knew it, her lips were locked with mine and we were making out while she pressed me up against the lockers.
My shorts eventually fell to the floor, and the next thing I knew she had her hands inside my shirt, and began to lift that off. I gave her what I guess was an embarrassing look, and she smiled and said "It'll be better this way" as she took my shirt off.
So now I was wearing nothing but boxer briefs and socks, while I was making out with Tammy in the middle of the locker room. Wow, little did I ever imagine something like this would be happening when I woke up that day. I really hoped no one would come in, as I'd be likely to be in all sorts of trouble, on top of the embarrassment I'd feel. I didn't care though, I was making out with Tammy. Plus, it's not as if I had a choice.
"You look cute when you're naked," she said and smiled (even though I wasn't entirely naked), continuing to kiss me against the lockers. She moved her hand down towards my package, and began to massage my nuts. She put her hand around them, to show me she could hurt them if she wanted to, but just kept rubbing.
We made out for at least 2 or 3 minutes before she grabbed me again, and that familiar weak, helpless, and painful rush once again assumed control over my young, exhausted body. She had a firm grip of my package while I squirmed against the lockers, still being kissed by her a little.
"Listen," she said to me while she looked in my eyes, continuing to squeeze. "You can never tell anyone about any of this."
"..OK, OK," I insisted after a slight hesitation and a firmer squeeze.
"You promised anyways, remember?" she asked.
"I promised I wouldn't tell anyone about your stories," I clarified.
"Well, whether you realize or not," she said still holding on to my package but lightly now, "you're a story now."
I wasn't gonna argue with a girl who had her fist around my nuts, and it's not as if I'd really want to admit to having my nuts crushed like this anyways, so I assured her that I'd keep it a secret.
"Good," she said, tightening her grip again while I remained slouched against the lockers waiting desperately for Tammy to release my helpless sack. "And one more thing."
"What's that?" I asked, knowing damn well I'd do it anyways if the alternative was nut torture.
"We're going in the shower."
The locker room had a large common shower in it. I had never used it before, cause I was always afraid I'd get a boner in there and the other guys would see it, and maybe think I was gay. But I guess I was in for my first try.
"OK," I moaned. And finally, she released, leaving me to quickly double over with my head down and hands on my nuts, and then to fall all the way to the floor... again.
"Let's go, J," she said, picking me up by my arm and helping me over towards the shower.
She had a bag with her, and reached in to take out a bathing suit.
"Turn around and close your eyes," she said to me. "And if you dare cheat, you'll regret it. I'm gonna change real quick."
"Can I ask you something?" I questioned, while she was changing.
"Sure what is it?" she replied.
"...Do you always bring a bathing suit with you to school?" I asked her.
"No... I had an idea that I might be needing it today," she said with a matter of fact, almost cheerful tone.
Then I felt a pinch on my butt cheek. "OK you can turn around now."
She looked hot as all hell, in her white 2 piece bathing suit. My dick immediately swelled. We walked into the shower and she turned the water on, drenching me in my white boxer briefs. I was sort of embarrassed to be so exposed like that, as you could pretty well see the outline of my package through the fabric. Once I got sufficiently wet, I was basically naked in front of her.
We kissed for a few minutes, and then she hit me with a hard knee to the groin. I figured it might be coming, but that didn't make it hurt any less. I clutched my groin a bit but remained on my feet. Then she hit me with 2 simultaneous knees and sent me to the shower floor.
I felt so weak. There was nothing I could do. Tammy had total control of my private parts, and seemed determined to humiliate me.
"What's the matter, J?" she taunted me. "Don't like showering with girls?"
I was squirming in pain, eyes tearing, getting drenched, and not liking it. "Can you please stop? This is horrible," I muttered in obvious pain and embarrassment. "Can we please just kiss and stuff... I'll do whatever you want."
"THWACK," without even giving me a playful warning she wound up and landed a kick while I was already on the ground. This was totally unexpected, and brought the pain to a new level.
"OOOOFF," I groaned, shifting from very squirmy to totally limp and on the verge of passing out. I was totally defeated. I could never have imagined pain half this bad. She had my boy meat in a grip and did not seem to want to let go. I didn't know what else to do, so I used every ounce of will that I had, stood up, and threw a punch at Tammy.
She was able to block it without much trouble, and actually caught me against her side after I threw it. She hit me with 2 uppercuts to the stomach, still holding me after knocking the wind out of me, the faced me holding me up by my arms and hit me with a knee to the groin, which made me limp and filled my eyes with tears.
"Let's not fight back, OK?" Tammy said to me, still holding me.
"OK I promise," I answered.
Then Tammy began lowering my boxer briefs. First she loosened them off my waist, then she put her hands inside, exciting my prick, though my body was too beaten and exhausted to feel as much excitement as it should have. She finally lowered them to my knees, exposing my now half-erect cock and sore, beaten balls for her to see and touch. The water felt good up against my back, while Tammy put my package in her hands and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then the neck.
She kissed my chest for a while, then my stomach, and eventually she worked her way down to her knees, where she looked up at me, smiled, and then gave me a quick kiss on my balls. My 6 inch dick was fully erect now, and Tammy opened her mouth and sucked it. I couldn't believe it. And boy was I ready to get off, despite the humiliation and pain I was feeling.
After a minute or so Tammy stopped, got to her feet and asked me "That's not enough for you to jizz?"
"Umm, I'm really close.. sorry, I'm just exhausted--"
"Shut up," she said. "I don't care what your excuse is, I just want to see that boy juice fly."
Then she thwacked me with a couple moderately hard knees to my naked groin. Her windup wasn't as hard, but her accuracy was perfect. "Let's go," she said.
Now she put her arms around me in a quasi hug, and began kissing my neck, hitting me with occasional light knees to the groin as well.
"Jizz. Do it," she kept insisting. "I wanna see you cum."
I kept stroking my rod while she kissed me and continued pounding my nuts. Finally, I felt like I was ready to blow. "I'm about to blow," I said.
She got on her knees, licked my balls, and let the cum fall near her neck and chest. "Only cause we're in the shower would I do that," she said.
Wow, what a rush
I was exhausted. To be honest, we both were. We stayed in the shower for a couple minutes to clean up, then Tammy shut the water off and said that we should get going before she got caught in there.
"Put your clothes back on," she said handing me my soaking underwear. "I'll wait for you in the gym and give you a ride."
It was already getting late, and by the time I got to practice it would probably be mostly over. Plus, I was exhausted. So I decided to just have Tammy drive me home. She didn't say much in the car, and I was sort of unsure how to initiate conversation after what just happened.
When we were approaching my house, I wasn't sure if I should invite her to hangout or not. "..So, umm, do you want to come in, or--"
"Ya sure, I don't have long though," she said.
So we went inside and I put my schoolbag down, then turned to her about to ask if she wanted a snack. She reached in and decided to violate my boy parts one more time. She grabbed my nuts softly and told me "You're so cute when you're naked, Jason."
She began to kiss me and squeezed harder. We kissed for about 3 minutes, but what seemed like an eternity with the constant pain to my already beaten nads. Finally, she gave me one more fierce squeeze, with her nails pressuring me even through my jeans. I gasped while she said "Bye Jason" with a big grin.
She let go, and I collapsed to the floor in defeated agony while she walked out of the house.
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Part 1:
Tammy is a hot 17 year old cheerleader who has a reputation around school for being a bit promiscuous, which you'd expect of an attractive teenager like her. She has blondish, short curly hair, and a face to die for. All the guys at school want her. She also has a reputation for being a little rough in bed. What exactly that meant was never clear to me.
But when she started acting flirtatious around me, I was surprised and eventually intrigued. It's a girl like her that makes you damn sure you're heterosexual. I was 16 at the time, a sophomore in high school (a year behind Tammy, who was a junior). I was by no means one of the "popular" kids in school, but I had my share of friends and enough girls seemed to think I was cute or express interest in me. But still, she was way out of my league. After all, I was sort of shy and on the skinny side. I was a tennis player for the school, so I was relatively fit, but not the football or basketball type jock that Tammy usually had her hands on. So in other words, I didn't think I had a shot.
She was in my English class, and apparently not very good at grammar. I was a year ahead, getting AP credit for testing out of sophomore English. She sat next to me, in the back of the room, and would occasionally ask me for help when we were doing exercises. A couple times I even saw her peaking at my answers during quizzes, but I didn't say anything.
I always enjoyed making small talk with her, but I was always afraid too. I didn't talk to many girls in general, certainly not ones like her, and I was always afraid I'd say something dumb. As the year went on though, I began to feel more comfortable chatting with her occasionally. Her sexual reputation always intrigued me, and I wondered how I might be able to slip it into the conversation and see if I can get her to talk about it.
The truth is I probably shouldn't have considered making such a bold move. After all, there might be a small chance I could get her to hangout with me sometime if I kept her interest. I could even use the old trick and just invite her over to do homework together. So it shouldn't have made much sense that I say something that could potentially really bother her. I still didn't really suspect there was any way she was into me, but as the days went by and she continued to be more and more flirty with me, I started to think there might be a reasonable chance.
Eventually when she started talking to me about her ex, and getting somewhat personal about some details, I worked up the nerve to ask her about my curiosities.
"So... sorry if it's a touchy subject," I said with my eyes staying as far from hers as possible. "But do you mind that people spread rumors about you sometimes?"
"Oh who gives a fuck," she said and laughed.
"Haha ya," I replied.
"They're probably mostly true anyways," she said while giving me a shy and evil grin.
"Haha really?" I asked. "You mean about being rough with guys and stuff?"
"Ya, basically," she replied.
"Like, what exactly do you do?" I asked with obvious curiosity.
And then I'll never forget the shocking sensation of pain rushing to my midsection that I felt when she reached over and quickly grabbed on to my balls with what seemed like every ounce of might she had, clenched a stern fist and squeezed for about 3-4 of the longest seconds of my life, and then finally let go.
My mouth dropped and I made a faint grunt, although being in class I knew I had to do my best to be quiet. I leaned forward and squirmed slightly, but again did the best I could not to make an obvious scene. I wasn't the one causing trouble, as far as I'm concerned, but I figured it would seem un-cool to her if I couldn't keep my mouth shut and got her in trouble. Plus, I was just plain shocked more than anything and didn't want to scream with class going on.
She let go when the teacher turned around and was facing us again. I slouched in my chair, trying my best to hide what was probably fairly obvious pain. The girl in front of Tammy sort of turned around and may have seen something out of the corner of her eye. She asked me if I was OK, not sure why exactly I was in pain right in the middle of English class, and I nodded that I was.
Tammy leaned over and whispered to me "You want details, fine, I'll give you details. But the rule is, you say a word of it to anyone, and I put you in a grip even worse than what you just felt."
I was half petrified of what I'd gotten into, and half thrilled that one of the hottest girls in school just grabbed my nuts and promised to tell me stories about her sexual experiences.
"OK.. sure.. deal," I promised, and smiled slightly.
Mr. Ramirez finally had enough of our chit chat, and told us to quiet down. Tammy looked over to me, put her finger on her mouth for the "shhh" sign, and gave me a mischievous smile.
The period was almost over, and I was sort of stunned what to say next anyways, so it was just as well that Mr. Ramirez cut us off. Although as a result, I went home with a ton of unanswered questions to go with my aching sack. You naturally learn that your nuts are your weak spot growing up, but the first time you're sent home in agony from the hand or foot of a horny girl will always stick with you.
After that I was a little afraid to engage in much chit chat with her, because I didn't want to get in trouble myself in the first place, and I certainly didn't want to get Tammy in trouble and piss her off. But after a few days I worked up the nerve to talk to her after class.
"So remember that stuff you said you might wanna talk about sometime?" I asked.
"Ya, of course," she said without much expression in any direction, presumably waiting for me to go further.
"Well, if you want, you can come over to my house sometime and we can talk and do our English work," I suggested.
"Hmm," she thought, in an optimistic tone.
"I mean, my parents don't get home until like 6:30 anyways," I told her, and immediately worried that I made it way too obvious that I was hoping for more than just doing homework. But hey, I hadn't had much play at this point in my life, and it's hard not to make it obvious.
She didn't seem to care though. "Oh, cool. Ya let's do that sometime soon before our practices start," she said.
My body was rushing. It seemed entirely clear that she was interested, and she didn't even seem to be hiding it. It was a good point that we should get together soon. In a few days my tennis practices, and her softball practices would start. Tammy is a cheerleader in the fall, and plays softball in the spring. People think of her as a cheerleader first though, for obvious reasons, as well as the fact that she is a very talented cheerleader, and even as a junior was already getting attention from college programs.
"Ya, good point," I said. Too timid to offer an actual date.
"Today work?" she asked.
Wow. She wants to hangout today. My emotions were not ready for this. "Sure."
So that was that. I had one more period of school (Algebra!) before what promised to be maybe the most exciting afternoon of my young life. The minutes ticked by horribly slowly. I don't know if we were taught anything important that day, but whatever it was, I didn't learn it. My mind was on one thing and one thing only. I remember being both extremely excited and extremely nervous. After all, I don't have much experience with girls, and if Tammy did make a move I had to do my best not to screw it up.
Tammy drove us both to my house. I usually take the bus, but she drives, so I got a lift with her. I met her at her locker, and then we left school pretty abruptly. I guess she didn't want a lot of people to see her hanging out with me, since she usually just sticks with the jock crowd. When we got to my house, she left her schoolbag in the car, convincing me that I might get some play from her.
We went inside, and I got us some iced tea from the fridge, then joined her on the couch.
"So," she said, "I guess I promised you I'd tell you some stuff."
"Haha ya, if you still want to. If not we can just talk," I assured her.
"Haha no, it's OK. I like telling innocent boys about this stuff. Makes me happy," she said with her signature grin.
"Oh.. OK," I said, intrigued and a bit confused.
"Well, when I was 14 I was raped. I had sex with this older guy, he was 17 at the time, almost 18. He took my virginity and basically used me for sex. It wasn't ****** ****, but still. I tried to press charges, but since he was 17 at the time, nothing was illegal," she explained.
"Oh...," I said. "I'm really sorry," confused as to what the big deal is about a 14-year-old having voluntary sex with another minor. But she had a pretty serious tone, and it didn't seem like something I should take lightly.
"Don't be sorry. But ever since then, well, I've been pretty determined not to let any male get the better of me," she explained.
"Oh OK.. hmm," I thought out loud. "What exactly do you mean?"
"Well, one day I was walking down the hall, and I saw this guy who reminded me so much of Paul," she continued.
"Paul's the guy you had sex with?" I asked.
"Ya," she said. "So I walked by him while he was at his locker, didn't say a word, and just landed a hard first to his junk, and then continued walking."
"Wow, what'd he do?" I asked.
"Grunted, put his hands on his groin, and fell to his knees," she said with a hint of pride. "I'll always vividly remember the first boy I ever saw in sheer pain."
"You never saw a boy in pain before that?" I asked, confused what else to say.
"Well, not pain that I caused. The poor kid, just standing there minding his own business one minute, then on the floor holding his aching boy parts the next. I almost felt bad for him. Haha."
"Well what'd he do... like did he come after you, or did other people see... what happened??" I asked, amazed by what she was telling me.
"I made sure no one else was in the hallway before I decided to do it, so that wasn't a problem," she explained. "But he did look at me afterwards and say 'What the fuck? Why the hell did you do that?' and he began to get up. I told him I was sorry and that I thought he was someone else. I've never lied well though and didn't try particularly hard to then. I think I probably even had a hint of a smile, so I'm not sure if he believed me. He just put his head against the lockers, standing now, and continued to hold his sack with an agonized, defeated look on his face and a grunt here or there."
"Wow," I replied.
"Ya, it was pretty intense. He didn't say anything else, so I walked away after that. I think I even said bye to him," she continued, laughing a little now. "Even now I still see him every once in a while around school. He's a senior now."
"Oh wow, that must be weird," I said.
"Eh, not really," Tammy told me. "Weird for him maybe but not for me."
We both laughed.
"He just tries to ignore me," she went on. "But every once in a while we make awkward eye contact. And he always looks so embarrassed. I decided I'd love to bust him once more before he graduates. If I ever catch him alone again, I plan to do it for old time's sake. Then maybe I'll makeout with him after... he's pretty cute."
"Hahaha that's so cruel," I said, but with a smile to re-assure her.
"Ya, I thought you'd think it was cool. That's why I felt comfortable telling you about this stuff."
My dick was throbbing. Here she is, Tammy, this amazing girl, a year older than me, hotter than hot, sitting in my living room, about 3 or 4 inches away from me on the couch, telling me about sexual experiences. And not just any experiences. Ridiculously, sensationally hot experiences.
"Ya, I mean, I'm pretty comfortable with whatever," I choked out, trying to think of a polite way to tell her that I'm extremely horny and would love a little contact. I'd prefer not to get my nuts smashed again, so hopefully that's not what she had in mind today. But either way, I was desperate, and would happily take a pounding if it maybe led "elsewhere." It was starting to dawn on me that she probably saw me as someone she could have her way with, but was still attracted to. I was perfectly OK with that role. Because hey, no amount of pain is too great when Tammy is the reward.
The conversation eventually shifted to more usual topics, while we flipped threw the channels looking for something to watch. I told her I was uncomfortable and needed to change clothes. "You can find something on TV, I'll be right back."
I changed into blue athletic shorts and a white undershirt, to try to send her the message that maybe I was up for a little something, which I guess with Tammy could mean anything from cuddling to a vicious slap in the nuts. Whatever she had in mind, or whatever her motivation for coming over here, I was ready, and I wanted her to know that.
Oddly enough, she didn't make her move. I sat there anxiously for 20 minutes while she talked to me about sports and some mostly non-sexual stories about her past relationships. My dick was up and down the whole time, rushing with excitement whenever she mentioned something something quasi sexual, or whenever I let my mind wander and think about her touching me.
I'm pretty sure she noticed a boner too. It would have been hard not to, and plus, I caught her starring in that direction for a couple seconds when I had it. She smiled a little and shook her head in disgust at me.
"What's wrong?" I asked, extremely embarrassed, and hoping she would tell me that she was referring to something else, while I tried to cover it up.
"Ha... nevermind," she said. My boner quickly faded thanks to the embarrassment. "I think I have to get going anyways."
Ugh, I thought to myself. Blue balled could only begin to describe it. But it was still fun to hang out with her for an hour or so. I got up to let her out, entirely let down that nothing happened, but anxious for her to leave so I could jerk off, thinking about her and what she told me.
"That's pretty trusting of you anyways," she said as I opened the door for her.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Wearing those shorts," she answered. "Just a thin layer of fabric protecting you from my grip."
I gave her a nervous smile, and she put her left arm around me to draw me closer towards her, and sent her open right fist rushing towards my exposed package. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, and I braced myself for the hit.
"Just kidding. See you tomorrow, buddy."
I let out a gasp of relief and then said goodbye. I'm not sure if I wanted her to rack me or not. On one hand, it probably would have floored me and left me in pain for the rest of the day. On the other hand, I was really turned on, and wanted some sort of play. I was optimistic that it still might be bound to happen, but this apparently was not the day.
I jerked off three times that night though. Twice right in a row about 20 minutes after she left, and then a 3rd time about a half hour later. Needless to say, I was turned on.
(To be continued...)
Part 2:
So the days went by, spring sports began, and Tammy and I remained on what seemed like good terms. We would still chat during class occasionally, but I never worked up the courage to ask her to hangout again. With practice after school, it would be a little harder anyways.
One day though, Mr. Ramirez finally had enough of our chatter in the back of the room, and gave us both a detention.
"Mr. Ramirez, that isn't fair," Tammy pleaded.
"Listen, I've been putting up with you two all year, and I'm sick of it," he answered.
I didn't get in trouble much, and this was my first detention I'd ever received. I wasn't too thrilled about it, especially since I have tennis practice after school, and didn't want to be late.
"But I have softball practice. And Jason has tennis practice, right?" as she looked at me. I nodded yes. "Can we just consider this our last warning?" Tammy continued. Being the hot, athletic girl that she is, she's probably used to being able to get out of things.
"No. You can be late. End of discussion. I'll see you both this afternoon."
Practice started at 3, right when detention ends. So my plan was to rush down to the locker room, get changed quickly, then jog to the tennis courts, which weren't located on school grounds but certainly within walking distance. Tammy, I guess feeling bad, offered to give me a lift since she didn't mind being late. "Sure, thanks," I said. And we agreed to meet outside the locker room sometime after 3.
Detention was boring, but I was able to get a lot of homework done. Once 3 rolled around, I made my way downstairs to the locker room. I was semi-rushing, but also accepting the fact that I was gonna be late and have to tell my coach what happened anyways. It was strange being in the locker room with no one else in it. No one else to look at, first of all. I'm straight, but I can't help but be curious what some of the hot guys look like with their clothes off.
Usually I change quickly because I don't feel comfortable doing it in front of a lot of people. But this time I relaxed and took my time. I had just finished putting my red athletic shorts on while I was facing the lockers. And then, out of no where, I felt something.
"Ugghhhhh," I screamed. Waves of pain rushed to my balls. My body went limp, my heart pounded. Tammy had snuck up on me and had my privates in a firm grip. She used her leverage to push my lean body up against the lockers kind of hard. Still squeezing me, she began to chuckle a little.
"Gotcha," she said. And then finally let go.
"What'd you do that for?" I asked exhaustingly, after collapsing to my knees.
"Aww poor baby, clutching his nuts," she taunted me. "Haha no real reason. One because you're late and I wanted to make sure you were in here. Two because you've been really cute lately, and you had your back to me. So I couldn't resist."
I just shook my head, still showing obvious pain, and didn't say much. "Not so funny when it happens to you, huh?" she asked.
I was back on my feet now, and before I could even offer an answer, she gave me a half-playful backhand slap to the nuts, and then smiled.
"Ugghh," I grunted, and held my nuts pretty hard, for both comfort and protection. I started to feel very helpless, like she was able and willing to put me in as much pain as she wanted to. It was sort of thrilling to be at her mercy like that, but this was enough pain for one day, and I hoped it would stop.
"You ready to go to practice?" she asked.
"Sure," I said, even though I was in too much pain to have a strong opinion about anything.
"Cool... oh wait," Tammy replied. "One thing first." And then, to my delightful astonishment, she leaned in to kiss me.
My heart rushed, my dick swelled, and for a moment my balls forgot about the horrible pain Tammy had them in. I leaned in to kiss her back, elated to finally do it.
"Oooowwwwwww," I cried next. She tricked me. She had no intentions of kissing me, and landed a knee to my crotch instead. From the emotional high of kissing the hottest girl in school to the low of getting a knee to the groin, and rolling around the locker room floor in pain, all in the blink of an eye.
I eventually settled on my stomach, holding my nuts, and trying to hide my watery eyes. One or two full tears managed to make their way down my face. Tammy taunted me while I was lying there, telling me I was weak and afraid to fight her. She even called me pathetic, and said I was a wuss with weak nuts. I told her she caught me off guard and that it isn't fair to attack my nuts.
"Why?" she asked. "You can go after my tits or pussy, I don't care."
I really had no intention of doing that, both because it seemed so contradictory to every norm I was ever taught about respecting girls, and because I thought it'd just make her angrier and make her want to hurt me more. But in a last resort, I'd keep that in mind.
"You give up, Jason?" Tammy asked, while she poked her foot against my nuts from behind, while I still lay limp on my stomach.
"Give up? I didn't know this was a contest," I answered.
"Oh? Sarcastic are we?" she replied. And wound up to land the most painful blow yet. I guess I let my legs open up, and she had an opening to land a kick from behind me, while I lay there on my stomach. And it wasn't just any kick. She must have used every bit of her gorgeous leg muscles to drive home as much pain as possible.
"Oooofff, FUCK, ahh-owwww," I exclaimed while I rolled around on the ground, moaning. I quickly bolted to my feet, and tried to move away from her before she kicked me again. She was too quick though, and caught me, grabbing my upper body with her arms.
"Where you going, Jason?" she asked.
"Away from you," I replied, in a humble, defeated tone. It did not feel good to be abused from an older girl.
"Why?" she said, while she quickly put her hands inside my shorts, feeling my package through my white boxer briefs. "They hurt?"
"YES," I replied, mostly moaning through the pain, but also offering a hint of laughter at the situation.
"Aww, it's ok," she said, while she lowered my shorts, exposing me in my underwear. "I don't want you to hate me now," she said while rubbing my package and ass in a gentle way. My dick began throbbing and I couldn't help but let her see it. She didn't seem to mind though, because before I knew it, her lips were locked with mine and we were making out while she pressed me up against the lockers.
My shorts eventually fell to the floor, and the next thing I knew she had her hands inside my shirt, and began to lift that off. I gave her what I guess was an embarrassing look, and she smiled and said "It'll be better this way" as she took my shirt off.
So now I was wearing nothing but boxer briefs and socks, while I was making out with Tammy in the middle of the locker room. Wow, little did I ever imagine something like this would be happening when I woke up that day. I really hoped no one would come in, as I'd be likely to be in all sorts of trouble, on top of the embarrassment I'd feel. I didn't care though, I was making out with Tammy. Plus, it's not as if I had a choice.
"You look cute when you're naked," she said and smiled (even though I wasn't entirely naked), continuing to kiss me against the lockers. She moved her hand down towards my package, and began to massage my nuts. She put her hand around them, to show me she could hurt them if she wanted to, but just kept rubbing.
We made out for at least 2 or 3 minutes before she grabbed me again, and that familiar weak, helpless, and painful rush once again assumed control over my young, exhausted body. She had a firm grip of my package while I squirmed against the lockers, still being kissed by her a little.
"Listen," she said to me while she looked in my eyes, continuing to squeeze. "You can never tell anyone about any of this."
"..OK, OK," I insisted after a slight hesitation and a firmer squeeze.
"You promised anyways, remember?" she asked.
"I promised I wouldn't tell anyone about your stories," I clarified.
"Well, whether you realize or not," she said still holding on to my package but lightly now, "you're a story now."
I wasn't gonna argue with a girl who had her fist around my nuts, and it's not as if I'd really want to admit to having my nuts crushed like this anyways, so I assured her that I'd keep it a secret.
"Good," she said, tightening her grip again while I remained slouched against the lockers waiting desperately for Tammy to release my helpless sack. "And one more thing."
"What's that?" I asked, knowing damn well I'd do it anyways if the alternative was nut torture.
"We're going in the shower."
The locker room had a large common shower in it. I had never used it before, cause I was always afraid I'd get a boner in there and the other guys would see it, and maybe think I was gay. But I guess I was in for my first try.
"OK," I moaned. And finally, she released, leaving me to quickly double over with my head down and hands on my nuts, and then to fall all the way to the floor... again.
"Let's go, J," she said, picking me up by my arm and helping me over towards the shower.
She had a bag with her, and reached in to take out a bathing suit.
"Turn around and close your eyes," she said to me. "And if you dare cheat, you'll regret it. I'm gonna change real quick."
"Can I ask you something?" I questioned, while she was changing.
"Sure what is it?" she replied.
"...Do you always bring a bathing suit with you to school?" I asked her.
"No... I had an idea that I might be needing it today," she said with a matter of fact, almost cheerful tone.
Then I felt a pinch on my butt cheek. "OK you can turn around now."
She looked hot as all hell, in her white 2 piece bathing suit. My dick immediately swelled. We walked into the shower and she turned the water on, drenching me in my white boxer briefs. I was sort of embarrassed to be so exposed like that, as you could pretty well see the outline of my package through the fabric. Once I got sufficiently wet, I was basically naked in front of her.
We kissed for a few minutes, and then she hit me with a hard knee to the groin. I figured it might be coming, but that didn't make it hurt any less. I clutched my groin a bit but remained on my feet. Then she hit me with 2 simultaneous knees and sent me to the shower floor.
I felt so weak. There was nothing I could do. Tammy had total control of my private parts, and seemed determined to humiliate me.
"What's the matter, J?" she taunted me. "Don't like showering with girls?"
I was squirming in pain, eyes tearing, getting drenched, and not liking it. "Can you please stop? This is horrible," I muttered in obvious pain and embarrassment. "Can we please just kiss and stuff... I'll do whatever you want."
"THWACK," without even giving me a playful warning she wound up and landed a kick while I was already on the ground. This was totally unexpected, and brought the pain to a new level.
"OOOOFF," I groaned, shifting from very squirmy to totally limp and on the verge of passing out. I was totally defeated. I could never have imagined pain half this bad. She had my boy meat in a grip and did not seem to want to let go. I didn't know what else to do, so I used every ounce of will that I had, stood up, and threw a punch at Tammy.
She was able to block it without much trouble, and actually caught me against her side after I threw it. She hit me with 2 uppercuts to the stomach, still holding me after knocking the wind out of me, the faced me holding me up by my arms and hit me with a knee to the groin, which made me limp and filled my eyes with tears.
"Let's not fight back, OK?" Tammy said to me, still holding me.
"OK I promise," I answered.
Then Tammy began lowering my boxer briefs. First she loosened them off my waist, then she put her hands inside, exciting my prick, though my body was too beaten and exhausted to feel as much excitement as it should have. She finally lowered them to my knees, exposing my now half-erect cock and sore, beaten balls for her to see and touch. The water felt good up against my back, while Tammy put my package in her hands and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then the neck.
She kissed my chest for a while, then my stomach, and eventually she worked her way down to her knees, where she looked up at me, smiled, and then gave me a quick kiss on my balls. My 6 inch dick was fully erect now, and Tammy opened her mouth and sucked it. I couldn't believe it. And boy was I ready to get off, despite the humiliation and pain I was feeling.
After a minute or so Tammy stopped, got to her feet and asked me "That's not enough for you to jizz?"
"Umm, I'm really close.. sorry, I'm just exhausted--"
"Shut up," she said. "I don't care what your excuse is, I just want to see that boy juice fly."
Then she thwacked me with a couple moderately hard knees to my naked groin. Her windup wasn't as hard, but her accuracy was perfect. "Let's go," she said.
Now she put her arms around me in a quasi hug, and began kissing my neck, hitting me with occasional light knees to the groin as well.
"Jizz. Do it," she kept insisting. "I wanna see you cum."
I kept stroking my rod while she kissed me and continued pounding my nuts. Finally, I felt like I was ready to blow. "I'm about to blow," I said.
She got on her knees, licked my balls, and let the cum fall near her neck and chest. "Only cause we're in the shower would I do that," she said.
Wow, what a rush
I was exhausted. To be honest, we both were. We stayed in the shower for a couple minutes to clean up, then Tammy shut the water off and said that we should get going before she got caught in there.
"Put your clothes back on," she said handing me my soaking underwear. "I'll wait for you in the gym and give you a ride."
It was already getting late, and by the time I got to practice it would probably be mostly over. Plus, I was exhausted. So I decided to just have Tammy drive me home. She didn't say much in the car, and I was sort of unsure how to initiate conversation after what just happened.
When we were approaching my house, I wasn't sure if I should invite her to hangout or not. "..So, umm, do you want to come in, or--"
"Ya sure, I don't have long though," she said.
So we went inside and I put my schoolbag down, then turned to her about to ask if she wanted a snack. She reached in and decided to violate my boy parts one more time. She grabbed my nuts softly and told me "You're so cute when you're naked, Jason."
She began to kiss me and squeezed harder. We kissed for about 3 minutes, but what seemed like an eternity with the constant pain to my already beaten nads. Finally, she gave me one more fierce squeeze, with her nails pressuring me even through my jeans. I gasped while she said "Bye Jason" with a big grin.
She let go, and I collapsed to the floor in defeated agony while she walked out of the house.